Welcome To Reality

Chapter 4

Vic's POV

When I was younger, I was happy. Innocent. Careless. I didn't care if I wore these shoes, or those pants, or that shirt. I simply did what I wanted to do. But as I got older, I learned that not everything went the way I liked.. I also got darker. Ending of ending of elementary school, beginning of middle school... Was hell. My friends turned on me. I started liking different things, for example music. I use to be into pop. Yeah, yuck. I don't know how I survived in fact, pop music now is complete shit. Except for some artist. Anyway, back then, I got into what they call now post-hardcore bands and punk rock bands. I started buying band merch. And of course, was a target for bullies. I didn't understand back then why my music taste was the reason people called me names or pushed me around, but I understand now.
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So far the first week of summer has been boring yet extremely strange. Boring because I have done nothing but sit or should I say lay in my room all day listening to music or checking all my social media accounts. Occasionally coming out to use the bathroom and rarely for food. Here's the strange part: I keep seeing shit and it keeps bothering me seeing I don't know what it is. This has never happened. You could say I am scared. You could say I am freaked out. And I wouldn't call you a liar, because I am both of those things. The things I see, you wouldn't see everyday. I would talk to my mom about it, oh but of course, she isn't here. She'd probably call me crazy and tell me to go take my temperature to see if I'm sick. Whatever is happening, I hope it stops soon. Because it's really messing with me.

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Kellin's POV

I can't comprehend things right now. Justin just admitted his feelings to me, and I just came here to crash until I can get a plane ticket to San Diego. I'm dumbfounded really. I don't know what to do. Ever since that night, I've locked my self away in his guest bedroom thinking probably too much. I just.. I just can't really.. Can't. I would've never thought that best friend, hell my only friend, likes me. Do I like him back? I don't know, I've never thought of him like that. Hell, I've never thought of anyone like that except.... Him. And ever since, I've been scared to get into a relationship. Yes, for all you out there, I'm gay. Get it straight.

As I lay here and think, I think of how my father hasn't come and looked for me. Maybe he forgot about me or he simply doesn't care. I hope that's the case. I don't ever want to see his damned face ever again. I swear if I do, he'll never see another day. Oh who and I kidding.. I could never stand up to him. I sigh, and look over at the digital clock on the bedside table, 7:24pm it read. Yet I have laid here another day over thinking and all I want to do is crawl into a hole and just disappear. I take out my phone and my head phone and I put on a random playlist and fall asleep, to another dreamless night of sleep.

A/n

Omg guys, I'm so sorry about the delayed updating /.\ I have school and my charger to my iPod had broken and I just got a new one. So, hopefully I'll be back on track. Anyway, stay rad, fab, and legit. c: Hopefully you guys like this story so far!